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[Kitty-lover93]

((Haha, yeah, I've really got to work on that too. xP I'll actually do that now, since it's the least fun of my tasks.))

[no longer here]

name ➸ venus
reason ➸ her humans thought it was a pretty name (she likes it too)
age ➸ 13 moons, one year and one month
gender ➸ clearly a female
rank ➸ kittypet, lives in a fancier home
scent ➸ smells of fresh roses and a trace of human scent
strengths ➸ convincing, lying, climbing, jumping
weaknesses ➸ fighting, hiding, swimming

personality ➸ venus is a rather uptight she-cat. she despises getting the dirty, and the only thing she hates more is the forest and the cats inside of it. she would much rather lay on the plastic-covered loveseats in her owner's home and sleep after she eats a fancy, homemade meal.

crush ➸ none
mate ➸ none
kits ➸ none

{{-made another!!

[Kitty-lover93]

((I don't think I'm going to accept any kittypets, bubbline. Sorry, but LakeClan is located far away from humans, so you wouldn't have anything to do with her. However, she can be a rogue or a loner and you can try to interact with cats as much as you can that way.))

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✤ Ｓｐａｒｒｏｗｓｔｏｒｍ ✤

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ｔｏｍ | ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ | ｔｗｅｎｔｙ－ｆｉｖｅ ｍｏｏｎｓ
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тнє ωσяѕт ƒєєℓιηg ρσѕѕιвℓє ιѕ ƒαcιηg уσυя ƒєαяѕ. тнє вєѕт ƒєєℓιηg ρσѕѕιвℓє ιѕ cσηqυєяιηg тнєм.
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ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ- Proud

ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ- Nobody

ᴄʀᴜƨʜ- none

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ- Applepaw

There were shadows playing under every tree, dancing as the new leaves waved proudly in the slight breeze. The undergrowth was still thin and dead from having been killed off by leafbare, though there were little patches of green everywhere that signified that it was, indeed, newleaf. Sparrowstorm kept to the shadows as he stalked along, the breeze blowing his long whiskers against his face. He was intently watching a small gray squirrel foraging around at the base of a large oak. It would be a great catch; the squirrel was rather big, and would feed two cats if they shared it with each other.

When he got to a foxlength away from the small rodent, he paused, still fixated on it. This was the moment of truth: he would either pounce and catch it or pounce and stumble around like an idiot trying to see where it had gone. Sparrowstorm surveyed the space between him and the squirrel, making sure there was nothing he could brush up against to alert it to his presence. Then, he shifted his weight back, tensing. He held himself there for a heartbeat before launching off with his strong back legs, arcing through the air and landing neatly on the squirrel. He gave the base of its neck a quick nip, severing its spine before it even had a chance to realize what had happened. Some cats liked playing with their food, but Sparrowstorm shuddered at the thought; why not just kill the poor thing? It was much better to do that than to torture it.

Sparrowstorm looked down at his squirrel. It was a very clean kill; it only bled a little bit from the small points where his teeth had broken through the skin as he broke its spine. Satisfied, he gathered the squirrel up and trotted back to camp, barely paying attention to his surroundings as he placed it in the freshkill pile. It sat nicely with the other pieces of prey, the biggest of them all; the rest of the pile consisted of five mice, three voles, a thrush, and a shrew. He sat down, looking at the pile and thinking about hunting.

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✦ Ｄａｗｎｆｌｉｇｈｔ ✦

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ｓｈｅ－ｃａｔ | ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ | ｔｗｅｎｔｙ－ｆｉｖｅ ｍｏｏｎｓ
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ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀᴄʜᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴘʟᴀsʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ
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ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ- Suspicious, overwhelmed

ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ- Nobody

ᴄʀᴜƨʜ- none

Dawnflight stretched luxuriously, yawning as she fully woke up from her nap. Today's sunhigh was perfect; it was warm but not too warm, accompanied by a slight breeze to keep too much heat from gathering on her bright orange fur. Dawnflight sat down and blinked in the light, looking around camp. Surely there was somebody she could share a bit of prey with around; after all, it was sunhigh, the time when all the morning patrols have returned from their jobs. However, she didn't really want to approach anyone by herself; then, they would expect her to actually have something to say them when she actually really didn't.

Sighing, Dawnlight sat down and closed her eyes. She wasn't really hungry; she'd eaten a shrew before going on her border patrol earlier. It was small but surprisingly filling, and it was still holding her up pretty well. Rather, she was just sort of bored and lonely; she hated being alone all the time. Dawnflight silently laughed at herself. What sort of cat hates talking and hates being alone at the same time? She didn't make any sense, even to herself, so how could she expect other cats to understand her? Nonetheless, she still hoped someone would offer to share their prey with her.

[rainswept.]

✦ O r c h i d p a w ✦

Orchidpaw's eyes fluttered open, and she looked around at her surroundings. The weak sunshine outside dappled the mossy floor of the apprentices' den. Hawkpaw and Falconpaw still lay sleeping, the other two apprentices scattered around the comfortable den. Orchidpaw shook her head, trying to clear the bleariness that filled her mind. Her jaws stretched in an audible yawn, and she closed her mouth quickly. Slowly she got up, feeling the chill of the morning seep through her long white fur. Carefully she picked her way across the den from her nest in the back. Once she was outside, she could see Dawnflight sitting outside her den, and Sparrowstorm seemingly admiring his catch, probably the fat squirrel.

She eyed the fresh-kill pile, and her belly growled. Looking at her paws, slightly embarrassed, she trotted over to the pile, paws sore from the night. She chose a mouse, and brought it over to her usual spot in a clump of ferns in front of the apprentices' den. Her eyes roamed the camp, checking for other cats that were awake. Weird, no one's up yet, she thought. Orchidpaw lowered her head and began to eat the plump mouse. In just a few moments, she completely devoured it. She laughed at herself for eating like a starved cat. I may as well be starved, she thought. I haven't eaten anything from last sunhigh!

She thought about waking up the other two apprentices, but after peeking into the den, it looked like they were both sleeping soundly, so Orchidpaw decided not to bother them. She pulled her head back out, and started to groom herself. Her fur was sticking up all over the place, and she definitely did not want to look like a mad cat. Licking her chest fur, she pondered which patrol she wanted to go on today. I want to go on a hunting patrol, because I've never mastered hunting with this white coat, she decided, with a slightly resentful look at the snow-white pelt she was grooming. After a vigorous grooming, she finally deemed herself not looking like a crazy frog-brain.

[fawn,]

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this tom is known as a bright individual. Positives of his personality include his good humour as he will always be up for a joke and likes to make the most of bad situations. He does love being around people and so being isolated for long periods of time would not bode well with him. He is rather optimistic, he always wants to make everyone else feel upbeat, even if he himself does not. However on the other hand, his negatives are that he is naive, he always trusts that people will want to do the best for him, even if they do not, this has got him into some rather sticky situations with humans, he is also rather immature. Stagpaw excels in hunting and fighting and hopes to one day lead the clan as Stagstar, this could however be, the ramblings of a young apprentice. He grew up very happy with his parents, he was the only born in his litter which is unusual, however, he had older brothers and sisters, the only sibling he has stayed with, is Stormcloud. She didn't care for him at first, but now she is quite fond of him. Unfortunately, when they made their journey to Lakeclan, Stormcloud was killed by a dog that they had come across which a twoleg had failed to put on it's leash, so Stagpaw made the remainder of the journey alone.

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it was a particularly unremarkable day. Up in the mountains a she-cat by the name of Rushing Wind gave birth to a litter of four healthy kits, Fluttering Bird, Stone Step, Minnow Splash and Vixen's Fire. Each kit had a completely different personality and each harboured different skills. As they grew older the siblings stuck together like glue, one afternoon their father Flame Shadow and unfortunately due to an eagle, Vixen Fire's three siblings were whisked away, and she would have been too, had she not been able to worm herself into a little crack in a nearby rock. When her father came to survey the damage, she weaselled out and sprang to him, her little body shaking. Although Rushing Wind and Flame Shadow were distraught for losing their kits, they called Vixen Fire's survival a miracle. This event greatly shook up the small family and they decided along with the other tribe cats that it was time to move on and find a new home, and after a long and arduous journey they found themselves at Birchclan, and Vixen's Fire became simply Vixenpaw, and then Vixenfire, she has served the clan as a warrior ever since then. Vixenfire is now nineteen moons old, she can vaguely remember the mountain, but not much of it, she has no crush currently and so has no mate, she would love kits of her own one day, but a word of warning, she will be a very protective mother. She excels at hunting and is slightly weaker at fighting due to her small size, but that does not mean she will go down without a fight. To sum her up in three words she could be described as: loyal, a day-dreamer, and bubbly.

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[fawn,]

Sorry I forgot to mention crushes >< Stagpaw will have a crush on Falconpaw, Stormcloud will crush on Crowfang and eventually Wolfsong will crush on Bengalfur c; just editing my form now c:

[Keriae]

(Hey Kitty, Crowfang and Falconpaw's ages don't match up: he's fifteen moons and she's eleven moons ^.^)

[Kitty-lover93]

((Oh, shoot; thanks for pointing that out to me, Ker! I didn't look into it that far. I only made sure that I gave them to different members.

You're accepted, lady stilinski! And yay, crushes... those always make things more interesting!))

[Kyouya]

Name; Nightfrost
Gender; she-cat
Age; 16 moons
Rank; warrior
Apprentice; none
Crush; none

Nightfrost gazed at the water which was lapping softly at her paws, lost in thought. The she-cat had woken up pretty much in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. Honestly she wasn't really bothered by it. She much preferred the night than the day. At night she could stare up at the moon and the stars and actually admire them, unlike the sun which you couldn't really look at. Her ears pricked, listening to the sounds of birds singing and leaves rustling softly. She closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the calmness of the morning.

Sometimes she liked to be alone. It was a lot easier, relationships were complicated. Nightfrost shook her head, scoffing mentally at how weak that sounded. Her cool blue eyes scanned the bed of water in front of her, before tasting the air for any prey. She picked up the scent of a starling and followed it with soundless pawsteps. A moment later she saw the medium sized bird pecking at something on the ground.

It must have seen her snowy pelt as it prepared to take off, but it was already too late. The white she cat calculated her leap, as she landed on top of it just as it lifted off the ground. She gave it a small killing bite and took it carefully back to camp. She headed towards the fresh kill pile, noticing SparrowStorm already there with a squirrel. She placed down the starling, ''Nice catch'' she murmured to the tom.

Name; Hawkpaw
Gender; tom
Age; 10 moons
Rank; apprentice
Mentor; Firestrike
Crush; none

Hawkpaw tossed in his sleep, his ears were pinned back and his claws unsheathed. He was dreaming about running away from Redstar, again. His head shot up and teal eyes opened wide as he finally awoke from his nightmare. He composed himself and sat up, giving an audible snort. If Redstar ever showed his face again, he would shred it without a problem. As unlikely as it was, Hawkpaw found himself desiring to meet the mangy tom again. He wanted to avenge those kits who died under his claws.

Hawkpaw sighed, wishing he could forget his past life. He stepped out of the den and blinked rapidly as the strong light blinded him. He noticed Orchidpaw and mewed a quick ''hi'' before starting to clean his own fur. As much as he didn't like to groom himself, he also didn't want to look totally scruffy from all his tossing and turning. Hawkpaw smoothed the fur on his haunches with quick, rough licks, leaving the fur on his lower back standing up a little. The light gray tom then stretched, letting out a quick yawn.

[kitsutenshi]

((I might not be able to post until sometime tomorrow; I'm at my Mommom's place and she doesn't have a computer, and I don't do mobile))